Noona, I'm So Scared
After returning home with a refreshed mind, I headed toward Geumtaeyang School. In the apocalypse, schools hold an incredibly high strategic value. Structurally, the walls, iron gates, and controllable entrances make them excellent for defense. They normally serve the dual purpose of protecting students and maintaining control, and I figured that same setup would work just as well against zombies and other monsters.
The places I'd already scouted had clear advantages: a rooftop water tank, gym facilities, cafeteria, and storage warehouse. It would be easy to designate separate zones for living quarters, the infirmary as a medical area, and activity spaces. Everything was already divided; I just had to slap names on them. The downside was that it was way too conspicuous, and if a real battle broke out, it would be easy to get surrounded. Still, the mountain right behind it meant I could always bail if things got ugly. With some practice, it looked like it could be used strategically. Of course, that came with the risk that burning the mountain would put the school in danger, but I'd worry about that later. For now, I decided to just go check it out.
'Good, good. Twenty-three-year-old F-cup virgin, fucking perfect!'
Maybe it was because I was humming while I walked, still riding the high from fucking Pyeonsuni. A zombie suddenly rushed toward me on the minimap. The green dot was moving way too fast to be normal.
'Why the hell is this zombie so quick?'
Swish— Kang!
A shadow exploded out of a blind-spot alley, charging straight through the darkness. I blocked it on pure reflex, but the height was lower than I expected. When I looked down, it was a dog.
Grrrrrrr...
One eyeball was missing, its body covered in deep, nasty wounds, fully zombified. Half its teeth had been knocked out, leaving ugly gaps that made my skin crawl. The second it leaped up to bite me, I twisted my body and sliced its head clean off, putting the poor thing out of its misery. No matter how special it was, a zombie was still a zombie. It was no match for me.
Still.
'Fuck. Now I gotta deal with animals too.'
It probably got showered with affection and cuteness when it was alive. I'd always liked animals, so it left a bad taste in my mouth. I never raised one myself, though. Pleasure without responsibility. Dogs aren't for you to raise; the real fun is watching someone else do all the work. If you just want to pet one, a quick walk around the park or neighborhood is enough.
That said, if the zombie outbreak had reached the zoo, did that mean we'd get tiger zombies too? Ah, shit... Now I couldn't trust anything, even regular zombies. It'd be nice if they used their animal instincts to dodge danger or even hunt instead. Since I personally like animals, maybe I should grab a magpie or something and have it scout ahead and hide. That's what they did in some movie.
Kwoooaaargh!
Kyaaaaah—!
Whoa. There were seriously a ton of zombies. The playground, around the buildings, the paths to school—everywhere was packed. Half of them were still wearing school uniforms. Between the dog zombie and the uniformed ones, I kept feeling reluctant to kill them.
Sigh. Still, an F-cup was waiting for me, so I didn't have a choice.
I climbed up one section of the wall and installed the speaker. Then I set up around thirty kerosene cans a short distance away. After all the effort to claim this place, I didn't want the wall collapsing on me. I scattered oil around the perimeter too. Once it got stepped on and ignited, the late-night campfire would be complete.
I could've used my acceleration skill and sword techniques to quietly and quickly clean them up. But whatever. They were just zombies anyway.
The reason I was doing it this way today was to leave a flashy, lasting impression on the people watching through the windows.
How do I put the fire out? Yeah. I hadn't thought that far.
Since I was only burning things moderately in the playground and there weren't many flammable objects around, I figured it would be fine. I turned on the speaker.
This time I picked a girl group song. No point in accidentally provoking the gays who might be sleeping.
"Color the world with our own rhythm~"
In this broken, blood-stained grotesque school, a surprise female idol concert had begun. Siyoung called them Blue Heart Bloom or something. Some famous idol group's song, apparently. I didn't really know. These days there are way too many minor idols, so I stopped paying attention automatically.
Anyway, it successfully drew the zombies' attention and the eyes of everyone inside the school. The weird part was that only women were in the classrooms while only men were in the gym. Was this some kind of Confucian school? They kept them separated ridiculously strictly. From the name alone, I never would've guessed.
Now that I had the audience's full attention, I gave them a real show. I hurled a Molotov cocktail.
Boom—!
It wasn't as flashy as a gas station fire since it was just kerosene, but the flames caught beautifully. It was getting dark this late in the evening, so the rising blaze created a perfect contrast. It was like recreating a lantern festival that sends orange and yellow lights into the sky, except it was happening on the ground.
It definitely seemed to leave a strong impression on the spectators. I sliced through the zombies with my sword to keep the flames from reaching the school itself. Having a burning zombie right in front of me made it fucking hot.
Other swordsmen get all kinds of nice perks like Hanseobulchim that let them ignore heat and cold. Why don't I get anything like that? Operating the Mujong Sword Techniques helped a little. Thanks to my increased stamina I didn't get burned, but I should still ask Jihye for a heal later.
So far, the only time I've seen her use healing is on her own pussy. A healing slut should be used at times like this.
I wrapped things up moderately and left the area. If I cleaned everything out from the start, their gratitude would probably decrease. I planned to take the school over the course of about three days.
"W-wait a second!!!!!"
I heard someone calling me from behind but ignored it. It was a man's voice.
On the way back I circled around all seven gas stations in Gunpo City, plus other crowded areas. The zombie outbreak started right around the time I got out of prison, so the places packed with people in the morning would have been offices and subway stations. Finally, I found a campaign vehicle, loaded it with as many kerosene cans as it could hold, and left it as a gift.
The speaker's performance was seriously solid.
'Status window.'
The camping car standing in front of me was the reason I was debating whether to dump everything into Strength. It looked pretty sturdy and even had a bathroom, so it would make a useful mobile base. Even if the water got cut off, I could still use the toilet. Stats don't disappear once you invest them, so it was something I could use for a long time.
I'd already confirmed whether it could go into my inventory if I could lift it, so now I was torn.
The problem was...
'Fuck. That looks like about three tons.'
It just looked way too heavy. If I dumped all my points into Strength and still couldn't lift it, there'd be nothing more pathetic.
'Fuck it. Since when have I ever thought things through before acting?'
'Distribute 8 points into Strength.'
Grrrrraaaagh—!
Creak—!
I poured all my strength into lifting the camping car. It didn't budge. Thinking maybe my posture was the issue, I got underneath it and tried to bench-press it, but it only lifted a tiny bit. That teasing feeling that just a little more would do it was driving me insane. In the end, I had to postpone the camping car for another day.
Sigh. Still, I did get one good thing out of it.
Dumping everything into Strength like a madman had paid off. It probably wasn't a coincidence that I got the first-clear reward for Strength. The average person's stats sit around 5. Since my Intelligence is below average, that tracks. Even starting with high stats like me, reaching 30 would require dumping every single point into Strength until level 12.
The problem was—
Crack—
I could feel my body struggling to handle the sudden surge in power. Investing only in Strength was basically self-harm. Most people probably experienced this once and then started distributing their points evenly. I only realized it now, which actually worked in my favor.
Well. I don't know yet if the reward is that big of a deal.
Fuck. My camping car. I need to take out this stress on Siyoung soon.
On the way back I stopped at a camping supply store and grabbed a portable toilet and portable generator as an extra bonus.
"Husband, you've returned."
"Oppa~ You're back...♡"
Siyoung slipped right into my arms, and I felt her massive breasts squish softly against me.
"Yu Siyoung, present that ass!"
"Eh? W-why?"
"Who told you to walk around dressed so fucking lewdly!"
White underboob lingerie. The top and sides were all mesh, so aside from the nipples it basically had zero covering function. I'd gotten it for her. The lewdness was just an excuse; I really said it so I could relieve my stress by smacking that big ass.
Siyoung seemed to know it too, because she looked up at me with expectant eyes.
"But...♡"
She got into position.
Slap—! Slap—!
Haaang...♡
Her pure-white, massive ass jiggled, sending visible waves through her soft flesh. Every strike made her moan, and I could see her panties getting wetter. It looked like I'd awakened the perverted bitch's sexual appetite.
Jihye, who had come out wearing only underwear, must have been influenced by Siyoung. She watched my expression, then moved beside her and stuck her own ass out, getting into position.
Kkuk kuk. Crazy. Why is noona trying to get spanked?
"Jihye, come here. You're pretty, so you don't need to get hit."
Grinning, I pulled Jihye into my chest and whispered instructions into her ear.
Nod, nod—
Jihye raised her slender hand high into the air, then brought it down hard on Siyoung's ass.
Smaaaaack——!
Haaaaaaaang...♡
Wow. That hand looked insanely painful.
'Hmm. Noona, I didn't do anything wrong, right?'
I still need to get healed later too...